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Maybelline Walter POV

I tossed on the bed for the umpteenth time, unable to sleep no matter how I forced myself to. It was already past 11pm and I was supposed to have been asleep by now, but the incident from earlier kept replaying in my head every time and I couldn't help myself.

Why was he like that? I asked myself the same question yet again, but couldn't come up with the possible reason he was like that.

"Maybe he's in love with you," a part of me had that thought, but I was quick to dismiss the thought because I was sure that it was the last thing that could happen. No way Miles could be in love with me.

Twenty minutes passed before my eyes finally became heavy, and I didn't try to fight the sleep as I had been waiting for it almost all day.

I didn't sleep for long before my hurting stomach jolted me out of my deep sleep, and I tiredly sat up on the bed. My stomach grumbled, reminding me that I didn't have dinner earlier before I slept off. I just went straight to my room when